Angel got in early. She looked at the BOLOs that were left on her desk. They were the results of the crimes that had happened the night before; all the detectives got copies. She looked them over as she sipped her coffee. The first one read like a dime-store novel.
Wanted: For armed robbery. Male Hispanic, wearing a white tee shirt, blue jeans, sneakers, and a red bandana that was used to cover his face.
Angel had to chuckle thinking about how she used to dress just like that. Maybe she would have been a suspect. The next one was intriguing. She couldn’t help cracking a smile as she read on, not that crime is funny, but this was Karma funny.